Seems no matter what I doI end up standing in lineI find myself in another queueGive me some cheese for my wineIt doesn't matter where you goIt's always the same old thingFeels like roots will begin to growWhen it's winter it will soon be spring

Caught in another traffic jamThe bank teller's broken a nailYou know I really don't give a damnThe cheque is in the mailThey said they'd pay me yesterdayI know it's always lateJust another wasted dayYou've got to hurry up and wait

Take a number, stand in lineThat's what you must doI've had enough, I have no timeWon't you tell me something new?The waiting game has its rulesThat you can't defyI always seem to lose my coolI'll be waiting until I die